Ladies & Gents:
It's almost here! The New York City Marathon. I'm excited to run, but I'm also maybe excited it'll mark the start of a break for me.
That's because this is a big weekend, and the last scheduled quasi-book related appearance I have on the calendar for 2016. That's on Friday at noon when I'm speaking at the New York City Marathon Pavilion as part of a New York Times team discussing mindfulness and running. As of right now, I plan to tell an abbreviated (and curse-free) version how I usually end book talks: what happened when someone almost spit on me in the 2016 New Jersey Marathon. It's funny. I promise.
And then on Sunday, I'm running the whole damn thing, and doing reports live from the race for The New York Times. You can see those by popping on over to the Well sections' Facebook page and liking it if you haven't already. Then on Sunday, I'll be doing a few live spots from the race (in designated and approved areas where I will not be blocking any other runners, and I will not be running while doing so. As most of you know, I am super sensitive about when people use their smartphones in races, and the only way I agreed to report in this way if it was done this way). If you've liked the page, Facebook will let you know when I'm talking. I am starting right behind the pros (I KNOW I AM GOING TO DIE), so I should start running around 9:50am. Expect my first report to come from riding the Staten Island Ferry over to the start, and then the last one from just after I finish at about 3pm. Since I'm stopping, I have no time goal. That takes a lot of the pressure off.
Someone asked me what I'mg doing to run after NYC. "Nothing. Nothing ever again," I said. I'm joking but I need a break. I was in NYC for #bindercon this weekend, and while I'm glad I went (I moderated the sports journalism panel), my God I'm tired.
Let's get on with it, shall we?
"To all the slower runners: your marathon times matter too," for espnW. Yes, this is about what happened in the Portland Marathon
What I'm Reading
The Black Echo by Michael Connelly, the first of the Harry Bosch books. It's as good as everyone said it would be. The amount of indoor smoking is jarring, though (it was published in 1991. My college still let students smoke in dorms in 1998. How times have changed).
What I'm Watching
I'm staying with my mom for a little bit, and mom has cable, so I was able to catch up to the current season of Supergirl. She turned in her first story – a 500 word piece – printed out and in a folder. No, Supergirl That's…not how it's done. But I enjoy the show anyway.